The further away you are,
the closer my mind feels
to the warmth of a bed of hot coals.
We seek out definitions to those we cannot
control our fate to.
We exploit spoiled oceans that are soups of waste
and yet we fail to contain an answer for hope.
The distance of land between us is not as far as
the underworld or as stars.
I reach for what is tangible such as a tangerine
or a cosmic dream.
I would pay gold for a ticket to a destination
that could be a possible utopia
to be truly alone since no one has reserved a
place for me in their lives.